It was a rare moment to sit with Commander Korton, quietly talking in the control room. I doubt I could have been any more content.
The huge expanse of the Universe drifted mutely outside the large bank of windows above the control panel. The screens above the windows flashed with every scene imaginable, and many that were not. He sat on my right, comfortably relaxed, his small foot resting on the footrest below the panel. Looking at that small foot, I again noticed that it very much resembled the shape of a small garden trowel. There was something touching about that. It was so rare to see him so comfortable and uninvolved in the activities of the great craft that I simply took a moment to study him. When the love I had for him threatened to spill over into tears, I turned away.
"The people have a lot of questions," I murmured.
"I would imagine they do."
"One person wrote to ask why the craft can't be seen by the people on Earth."
"That's a simple one. All things are energy, including the craft, and all energy has a frequency, a vibration. You can tell her that it's similar to a dog whistle. People can't hear it, but dogs can. Because of the frequency of the sound. It's the same with this. If you're not in tune with this frequency, you won't see or hear us. Unless we want you to, that is."
I smiled slightly, hearing his droll sense of humor behind his words.
"Actually, while we're on the subject, you can tell her that it's the same with dimensional realities. Every dimension has a vibrational frequency. The thing that keeps the dimensions separate from one another is the vibrations themselves. But, like you, when you learn to alter your vibration, your frequency, to be compatible with frequencies other than your own, you're, how do they say, in like flint?
I had to chuckle. He was in a rare mood indeed. In like Flint? Where had he heard that?
He suddenly looked up at one of the screens. Studying it for a second, he leaned forward, adjusted a gauge of some kind, and leaned back, still studying the scene that was going on.
"Exactly what is all of that, that we're seeing?"
"Activity that's going on within the Universe. Any environment where free will reality is supported."
I was surprised. "Really? That's utterly cool!" The idea of those on Earth some day realizing, or should I say accepting, that life on Earth was the do-all, end-all of intelligent life within the Universe delighted me. What if the scenes playing out above us could suddenly, somehow, take over television sets all over the planet. We could call it, oh, maybe, Day of Awakening. Or maybe Day of Reckoning.
I could feel Commander Korton studying me. His gaze felt like a warm, fluid energy moving over me. I glanced at him and he shook his head at me, as though I amused him.
"You have such a liquid mind," he said.
"Perhaps nimble would be a better word. You leap from one possibility to another like a deer across an empty green pasture. But they're not just thoughts. They're like change-everything-in-existence-in-a-single-moment thoughts." He shook his head again, clearly amused at me.
"I like change," I murmured, in my own defense.
"The only constant is change and so it's good that you like it. However, you always want to look closely at your reason for wanting change. If desire comes from discontent, then it suggests resistance to the experience. Resistance to any experience is resistance to the understandings to be gained from the experience. On the other hand, if you desire change because you wish to see more and more possibilities flow into a constrained space, then you're much more in tune with the Universal Will of Expansion, existence morphing itself."
For a moment that, I know, made time stand still, our eyes met. Our spirits moved through the small space between us and, just for that brief second, I was he and he was I. Our time together, and actually all time, all exchange, was existence morphing itself.
It was a lot to take in. It was a lot to love. It was about to change my life. And I knew it.
(continued in next blog ....... )
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